Troubled lives

As I opened the door, in swept a gentle wind,

scented with roses and camomile.

The sky was blue, with a tinge of orange,

where the sun was casting its light.

I stood and inhaled the warm fragrant air,

worries far out of my mind for a while.

Above me flew a flock of geese,

what a beautiful, elegant sight.

As I watched them soaring above the houses,

I could not help but pause,

wishing I was up amongst them,

 floating effortlessly in the sky.

For I have such a troubled life,

my dilemmas they are scores,

As people always ask me for advice,

although, I often wonder why.